I’d just like to point out that, even though they hurt my feelings, my parents are still pretty cool. Dad felt so bad that I was unhappy that he took me to a bookstore yesterday and chatted the whole way.* Today he came home and announced that things were going to change around here: we will all revise our paradigms so that we’re not working as parents and children, but as adults who recognize each other’s goals and work to help each other. This will become like an artists’ institution or co-op, where we all contribute and help each other.
I think what he’s trying to say is he’s sorry he hurt my feelings and he knows I wanna be a writer.
My dad is actually a pretty sweet guy if you know how to interpret him properly.
Also, he’s planning on implementing this with 妹, who is, without qualms or backward glances, leaving UC Santa Cruz at the semester. The little sister is, to put it very mildly, not pleased with what she’s found there so far. This weekend marked yet another stupid drunken orgy party in her apartment, one of way too many, and she is not putting up with this horse shit any longer.** She is going to wait out the semester and come home to go to school at the U of Utah. I told her she can consider this her term abroad. “No kidding,” was her reply.
So the family dynamic will shift again, and we’ll all keep going. And I’ve got a dad shifting into manic and my Batman-watching partner back. This is gonna be kinda fun, actually.
*Dad chattering is an event on par with Jim Lehrer getting sniffly (which he did on Election Night): this does not happen.
**Warning: Entry is a rant brimful of curses that may make you weep. And it doesn’t even mention the later incident that night when one of her friends, who was not drunk, braved the party only to sustain a large superficial head wound that had妹 wondering if she was going to have to staple a bitch.
I think what he’s trying to say is he’s sorry he hurt my feelings and he knows I wanna be a writer.
My dad is actually a pretty sweet guy if you know how to interpret him properly.
Also, he’s planning on implementing this with 妹, who is, without qualms or backward glances, leaving UC Santa Cruz at the semester. The little sister is, to put it very mildly, not pleased with what she’s found there so far. This weekend marked yet another stupid drunken orgy party in her apartment, one of way too many, and she is not putting up with this horse shit any longer.** She is going to wait out the semester and come home to go to school at the U of Utah. I told her she can consider this her term abroad. “No kidding,” was her reply.
So the family dynamic will shift again, and we’ll all keep going. And I’ve got a dad shifting into manic and my Batman-watching partner back. This is gonna be kinda fun, actually.
*Dad chattering is an event on par with Jim Lehrer getting sniffly (which he did on Election Night): this does not happen.
**Warning: Entry is a rant brimful of curses that may make you weep. And it doesn’t even mention the later incident that night when one of her friends, who was not drunk, braved the party only to sustain a large superficial head wound that had妹 wondering if she was going to have to staple a bitch.